Pregnancy Contract Novels & Stories

"I am a career woman, and I am very busy. Of course, during this time, I will be busy with work. You do not have to worry, my husband to be is okay with the arrangement. You just have to stay at home, enjoy money for a while until you give birth to our child. I will pay you salary for each month as long as you cooperate" Serene gave the matter a thought for a while. She just have to help carry a baby, no matter how she looked at it, it does not sound bad. Perhaps, it was because she had no other alternative and this seemed to be the best one. "I agree" she muttered. "Good" Amy smiled, it went easier than she expected and Serene was not even demanding at all. She waved at her assitant, "give

Throughout the ride, Ava spent it crying, which Erickson didn't understand. She didn't cry out in a disturbing way. She just cried silently. Had he hurt her in any way? For God's sake, even if it was a contract marriage, he married her legally, and per agreement, they could have sexual interactions to have a baby. He didn't understand why she was a handful of emotions. One minute she was smiling, the next minute she was sad, the next minute she was crying. It was obvious she was clearly messing with him.

"This Marriage Contract (the 'Agreement') is made and entered into as of [Date] by and between Mr. Adrian Cagliari, the first party, and Miss Ashleigh Hartman, the second party..." Her grip tightened on the pen as she listened. Every word felt like another layer of chains locking around her. "You promise to tell me about my birth parents?" she asked one final time, her voice barely above a whisper. Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. Swallowing hard, she signed her name. Her aunt followed suit, and then Adrian signed, sealing their fates. The lawyer stood. "In the presence of these witnesses, I declare Ashleigh and Adrian Cagliari husband and wife. Congratulations."

he said after a moment. “Okay?” I repeated, ignoring my racing heart. Even though I was clueless about the whole thing, I was expecting a more tangible response from him. I mean, it takes two silly adults to get involved in everything we’d done. Nothing prepared me for the ache that started to build in my temple at the thought of a baby already forming inside me, and having to get rid of it. Four days was too early for anything serious to happen, right? Matt took slow steps away from the window and came to a halt before me. “You cannot get pregnant. It’s clear in the contract.” His voice was low as he stared at me intently.

“What constitutes wrong treatment or potential reasons to leave?” “That will be determined by you.” She shut the file, color rising to her cheeks. “Aren’t you giving me too much power?” “No.” “What if I abuse it or take advantage?” “Will you?” he whispered. She shook her head, and he bridged the gap by half. “Did you read the whole contract? You’re fine with everything you see? The duration? Courthouse wedding? I’ll provide the witnesses we need.” “Yeah.” A strange feeling welled up in his chest. He had a tough time keeping his smile hidden.

"The contract covers up to three attempts." Rebecca clears her throat. "Once you're pregnant, no alcohol, no smoking, limited caffeine. You'll follow Dr. Patel's nutritional guidelines. There are restrictions on travel, physical activity, and employment." "Employment? I have to quit my job?" "Once you're pregnant, yes," Dominic says. "The contract requires you to focus entirely on carrying the baby safely. You'll receive a monthly stipend." I stare at him. "You're going to control my entire life for nine months."

"I want to see you back in two weeks. Start taking prenatal vitamins, increase your protein intake, and please, Elena, tell the father. You're going to need help with this." I nodded mechanically, clutching the pictures to my chest. Two tiny beings, no bigger than kidney beans, already changing everything. Already making demands I couldn't fulfill. The drive home was a blur of tears and panic. I kept glancing at the ultrasound pictures on my passenger seat, trying to make sense of this new reality. Tristan's children. Our children. The very thing our contract had been designed to prevent. Clause Eight. I could recite it from memory. "The marriage shall remain childless for its duration. Both

Yes because she planned on visiting the abandoned power plant for a Sunday Stroll. Mr. Godwin would pay all the costs of her medical care and living expenses during the duration of the contract. If she was not pregnant within one year’s time, the contract was null and void. If she had a successful and viable pregnancy, the contract would be extended through the birth of the child. If she had a miscarriage or was unable to get pregnant within one year, she would be paid two hundred and fifty grand for her time. Not too shabby.

"She's carrying my grandchild, of course, I'm pretty excited. I know I should have given you guys more time, but God I couldn't wait really. Have you two registered in a hospital yet? Antenatal is quite important-" "Antenatal?" I asked, a feeling of dread washing over me. I had known that a pregnant woman would be hard to work with. I just hadn't realized how hard it would be. Fuck me. Chloe would need Antenatal. Scratch that, she'd blow up the size of a grizzly bear, have weird cravings at midnight and all of that crap I see on the internet. "Oh no,"

My eyes scanned the details in it, and then i got to know it's a contract! He prepared a fucking contract for these 9 months. I sighed after reading everything in there. So basically it says, i should stay nine months with him. We'll remain husband and wife until i give birth to our baby. He will take care of me and our baby until then. In this nine months, he won't force me with anything and everything we do is and will be mutual. So we should develop a mutual understanding for the sake of our baby. When it's due date for the baby, that's when the contract comes to end. Right after i give birth to our baby, the contract expires. He'll take our baby and will let me go. He will provide me wit